| Hey, Danae, do you still have your Holden?
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| That old clunker’s golden
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| How about we take it for a spin up and down Lygon?
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| Listen to music and look at girls
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| I want to know if we have the same taste
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| Do you like blondes or brunettes?
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| The cocooned or the coquette?
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| Don’t pull over just yet
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| Look to the left, there’s a 9.5 down the street
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| And, to my right, a perfect 10 sitting in the driver’s seat
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| I don’t know what love is
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| But I know what it isn’t
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| I don’t know what love is
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| But I know what it isn’t
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| So let’s get married
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| I’m serious, but only for the citizenship
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| I’ve always liked the idea of it
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| A relationship that doesn’t lie about its intentions and shit
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| How it doesn’t apologize or anthologize
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| All the rules and ideas we’ve filled our heads with
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| Hey, do you want to go see a band?
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| No, I hate bands
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| It’s always packed with men spooning their girlfriends
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| Clutching their hands as if they’d let go
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| They would lift from the ground and ascend
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| I don’t know what love is
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| But I know what it isn’t
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| I don’t know what love is
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| But I know what it isn’t
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| I know what love isn’t
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| I know what love isn’t
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| I know what love isn’t
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| I know what love isn’t |